Bex sits on the bench, lost in her head.
I sit next to her. “You okay?”
She lifts her water bottle from the floor and takes a sip. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired. Late night.”
“You look like hell.”
Bex rolls her eyes at me and then drizzles some water over her head. “Thanks a lot. You know, we all can’t be like you and drink all night and crush it.”
“My hangover cure works every time,” I point out. “You should stop doubting my methods and try it sometime.”
She sticks her tongue out. “Gross. Blended raw vegetables and protein powder? Nah, I’m good.”
With Drake in my bed, I didn’t think to make one of my concoctions last night. I also didn’t drink enough to need one.
“It’s more than that.” I shrug. “Don’t knock it until you try it.”
My dad’s power juice works like a charm.
“I’d rather not drink. Like, ever again.” She groans loudly. “That should take care of the problem.”
“So…” I raise a curious eyebrow at her. “What happened last night with you know who?”
I know better than to say Preston’s name within earshot of anyone on the team. Hell, I can’t even tell her about what happened between Drake and me. Well, I can tell her we’re hooking up and that it’s a secret. I just can’t mention the virgin part. Easy-peasy, right?
“What do you think happened?”
My eyes widen in shock. Instinctively, I reach up to cover my mouth with my hand to keep the surprised squeal from escaping. Staring at Bex like she’s an alien who’s replaced my friend, I slowly lower my hand, speaking between my fingers. “You guys hooked up. Wow! How was he? Does he live up to his reputation?”
Drake more than lived up to his… just not in the way I would have thought.
Bex nods. “Oh, yeah. In every way.”
I’m glowing with excitement, unable to contain how happy I am for Bex. She’s waited four years to trust another guy. The last one was a hockey player and the world’s biggest piece of shit. After talking to Drake, I have a feeling Preston is a good guy and perfect for Bex. I hope everything works out with them.
“Lucky girl.” I slap her on the arm in a joking manner and lean into her. “When are you seeing him again?”
“It was a onetime thing.” Her eyes are on the court, her expression unreadable. “He knows the deal.”
Hello, what is wrong with my best friend?
I cock an eyebrow at her, confused as fuck. “Are you insane? You need to make it a permanent thing.”
“Things got weird this morning in front of his team.” She lowers her voice, so the other girls on the bench with us can’t overhear. “He asked me about Kellan.”
I gasp at her confession. “You told him?”
“Well, no, but Shannon was there. She made us all breakfast. My dad’s rules came up, and when Shannon asked about them, she guessed the reason behind them. He looked like he would jump out of his skin when I told him he knows the guy.”
“What did you tell him?”
She shrugs, unaffected. I wish sometimes she would act like she gives a single fuck, instead of sweeping everything under the rug like it doesn’t matter. “It was awkward. I kinda yelled at him in front of his friends and then brushed it off like I would tell him later.”
“Are you going to tell him?”
“No need to. We’re not together. I don’t owe him an explanation about my past. It’s none of his business.”
“If he knew the truth, he would probably beat the shit out of Kellan. Wouldn’t that make you feel better?”